Mo Yunyan stopped scratching his itch, and he reluctantly accepted it after five hours. At least this would allow him to eat a few warm bites.
"Ho ho... ho ho ho" Brandon Scott Ye could finally take a breath.
"Mo Yunyan, you're cheating!" He angrily accused the man: "You are torturing me. I was simply beaten into a trick!"
Brandon Scott Ye panted rapidly from exhaustion, and a glistening layer of sweat overflowed on his forehead and body.
The milky white and tender body lay on the big bed covered with dark red, with a few fiery red petals on her chest, swaying with every breath, like a rose blooming in the morning dew.
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